Bobby’s begging spot is in the doorway of the Starbucks on the corner of Beacon and Charles Streets, Boston. He’s a quiet soft-spoken guy with what looks to me like a big drinkers nose. I like him better than the aggressive little firebrand Michael who used to claim that corner.

The saying “old age is not for sissies” struck me as being appropriate for this image. This gentleman was walking very slowly and deliberately down this empty corridor. He struck me as resigned to his condition and particularly brave about it.

Well, the midterm elections are over. It’s peculiar but I feel neither sadness or elation. The only thing I feel for sure is that the national rancor is more than likely to get worse. But for now, the weather is lovely , the sun is bright, the weather soft and that’s a blessing.

This is an art project of the Boston University student on the left. It was set up smack dab in the middle of Boston Common today. Nothing was around it, just two young ladies standing and smiling asking passersby to swap their memories with those of other people. I like the concept. I wonder, if such a thing was actually possible, whether anyone would take them…

The Park Street Church’s steeple from our window seems like a beacon of light attached to an island of calm. While I’m not a church goer myself I think in these troubled times, this nation desperately needs healing and organized religion has a real role to play.

It’s the day of the Red Sox victory parade and I took a lot of pictures of, as it turns out, a lot of things not directly related to the celebration. This one is of a crowd milling around on Boston Common after the parade had finished. The soft light and the out of focus nature of the image, to me makes it feel…

This is just a snippet of a much larger file showing a Beacon Hill matron walking down Charles Street. The bigger image isn’t all that bad but her face is where most of the interest is so I just cut the rest away. The street shooting purists will frown at this approach but I believe cropping isn’t a mortal sin if the result is worth…